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The Runaway Heiress's Accidental Contract Marriage

The Runaway Heiress's Accidental Contract Marriage

To escape an abusive ex who blacklisted her from every job in the city, Annabelle fled to New York with nothing but her late grandfather's secret marriage token. Destitute, she was unexpectedly taken in by the ultra-wealthy Barrera family. Meeting their sweet, handsome nephew, Davion, she naturally assumed he was her arranged fiancé. Seeing that Davion already had a girlfriend he loved, Annabelle felt a deep sense of guilt about the secret contract. Sitting in his passenger seat one morning, she confessed her true identity and offered to help him secretly break the marriage alliance. But Davion just looked at her in sheer panic. "What engagement?" Before Annabelle could explain, his phone accidentally went on speaker. A low, terrifyingly calm voice echoed through the car. It was Jasper Barrera—the ruthless, cold-blooded head of the family, and the terrifying tyrant Annabelle had accidentally offended in the estate's greenhouse just days ago. He had heard every single word of her plan to break the sacred family trust. Davion's face went completely ashen as he hastily pulled the car over, his hands shaking violently on the steering wheel. "Anna," he whispered, looking like he had just seen a ghost. "Who do you think you are engaged to?" That was when the horrifying realization crushed the air out of her lungs. She wasn't engaged to the sweet nephew. She was engaged to the monster.
Bound By Contract: The Surgeon's Secret Wife

Bound By Contract: The Surgeon's Secret Wife

I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark. But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues. The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile. "Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines." Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control. I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go? Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip. Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes. His pale chest was torn open to the bone. I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop. He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel. And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain. A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days. My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid. "Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume." If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed. But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap. How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself? I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive. Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face. "Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire." This time, I will rewrite my own fate.